Post by Donzig on Nov 5, 2022 23:12:28 GMT -5
The battered and scratched briefcase thumps down on the table, sliding across the wood before Donzig dropped down in the ornate chair at the head of the table. He hissed, a hand lifting before the candles scattered around the room flared to sullen life. He leaned back slowly, and he stared into the darkness overhead before he finally leaned forward a hand dropping like a claw to rest on the briefcase.
'Back at the beginning of Summer, I failed the XHF. It is hard to admit one's failures, hard to admit one's sins, eh? But in my pride I sought out to destroy the Pillars of Violence, I did what I wanted instead of what the Abyss commanded! And that was the beginning of my second sin, Billy. You see if there is one thing that a creature like me can not tolerate, if there is something that destroys what we are like an acid?'
Donzig paused, a hand lifting slowly to brush across the mouth of his mask.
'It is doubt. As I lay in that ring beaten by the accursed pillars, as the greatest cancer in the XHF stood over me in victory? It came into my heart like an infection, like a disease!'
The hand pressed against Donzig's chest, a finger stabbing at his heart as he leaned forward in the chair. He shook his head, and his hand balled into a fist before it dropped like a hammer on the briefcase. It dented and bent, and he shrugged.
'Once you begin to doubt, once it takes hold of you, you start to second guess yourself. You start to think maybe they are right, that you are not so great as you believe! And you make mistakes, you get sloppy, you lose your clarity of purpose. You see I need my clarity of purpose, Billy. I am the Great Dark, I am the Herald of Oblivion, the War that walks! The Scourge! And so as I forgot these things? I became like men, like mortals, like all of you.'
A pause.
'Weak. Feeble. Foolish. Less then.' Donzig sighed, and he rubbed his fingers together before his hand fell again. 'And so I was defeated by lesser creatures, witches and cyborgs, fah!'
The briefcase was flung away, skidding across the floor after thudding against the stone. Donzig glared after it before he tilted his head looking back to the camera from beneath his cowl.
'But you see, Billy. It was Armand and Gus Arnold who brought me back from the edge, because I could feel the darkness calling to me. I could feel the Void whispering my name, the ground crumbling away under my feet as I stood at the edge of the Abyss. But as I stood inside of that ring, and I saw Armand and his fucking Kharnival attacking my children? As I saw him drive Donzig-gun into hiding in our own land! As I saw that old fool Gus Arnold gather what was left of his legacy around him to try and steal from me! FROM ME! I knew that I was not finished!'
Donzig half rose from his seat, and he drew a deep breath as his fingers clawed at the table.
'No, no, no! Billy! No, in that moment I saw my sins all around me! Gathered around me like fucking ghosts, mocking me! And in that moment in Halifax, as Lord Dominicus bailed out of that ring and left me to the wolves! I was reborn! Fear? Doubt? The need for the titles of mortals so they will recognize my greatness? I don't need any of those things, Billy! Those are but ash, those are just smoke on the wind! I am the Wonder and Terror of this age, I bring fear to the Righteous, I punish the wicked! I am Death in High Places! Before my throne all things are made equal!'
Donzig took a deep breath, a hand lifting to lay his finger across the slits of that mask. His voice dropped from a shriek to a whisper, and he slowly settled back into the chair.
'And that is why at Boston I left Blood laying broken in the ring! That is why I crushed Matsui, and I laid Goth and Wentzel out! And then at Battle of Britain? I showed all of you, every single one of you! From the Bastards to the fucking people in the cheap seats in HKW that I am everything I say I am!'
A piece of jagged and bent metal slid across the table, blood covering it as Donzig flung it down.
'That is what you will be facing in Liverpool, Billy. That is what I am bringing to the table. I am going to drown you in blood, I am going to teach you new words for pain and suffering, I am going to batter you into the very earth! I will grind you into the stone, I will drag you across the ruin that I leave in my wake! I will make you bow down before the King of Ashes, and as I take what the rest of this roster wants from your carcass! As I lift the W:UK Heavyweight Title high over my head, I will be free of my sins! I will be redeemed of my doubt, my resurrection will be complete! And then--'
Donzig's hand lifted, and he tugged off his mask. He stared down at it, then dropped it onto the table before he stared at the camera with those cold, empty eyes. He scowled, eyes narrowed as he flexed his hand.
'You think you're so clever don't you, Wesley? You and Marty Donovan.'
Donzig snapped his fingers, Sinclair Godfrey stepped from the darkness with a small sheaf of papers in her hands. He took them, reading them over before he took a pen from her.
'Valentine was quite pleased to hear from you, he sent these right over.'
The pen slashed.
'See you soon.'
'Back at the beginning of Summer, I failed the XHF. It is hard to admit one's failures, hard to admit one's sins, eh? But in my pride I sought out to destroy the Pillars of Violence, I did what I wanted instead of what the Abyss commanded! And that was the beginning of my second sin, Billy. You see if there is one thing that a creature like me can not tolerate, if there is something that destroys what we are like an acid?'
Donzig paused, a hand lifting slowly to brush across the mouth of his mask.
'It is doubt. As I lay in that ring beaten by the accursed pillars, as the greatest cancer in the XHF stood over me in victory? It came into my heart like an infection, like a disease!'
The hand pressed against Donzig's chest, a finger stabbing at his heart as he leaned forward in the chair. He shook his head, and his hand balled into a fist before it dropped like a hammer on the briefcase. It dented and bent, and he shrugged.
'Once you begin to doubt, once it takes hold of you, you start to second guess yourself. You start to think maybe they are right, that you are not so great as you believe! And you make mistakes, you get sloppy, you lose your clarity of purpose. You see I need my clarity of purpose, Billy. I am the Great Dark, I am the Herald of Oblivion, the War that walks! The Scourge! And so as I forgot these things? I became like men, like mortals, like all of you.'
A pause.
'Weak. Feeble. Foolish. Less then.' Donzig sighed, and he rubbed his fingers together before his hand fell again. 'And so I was defeated by lesser creatures, witches and cyborgs, fah!'
The briefcase was flung away, skidding across the floor after thudding against the stone. Donzig glared after it before he tilted his head looking back to the camera from beneath his cowl.
'But you see, Billy. It was Armand and Gus Arnold who brought me back from the edge, because I could feel the darkness calling to me. I could feel the Void whispering my name, the ground crumbling away under my feet as I stood at the edge of the Abyss. But as I stood inside of that ring, and I saw Armand and his fucking Kharnival attacking my children? As I saw him drive Donzig-gun into hiding in our own land! As I saw that old fool Gus Arnold gather what was left of his legacy around him to try and steal from me! FROM ME! I knew that I was not finished!'
Donzig half rose from his seat, and he drew a deep breath as his fingers clawed at the table.
'No, no, no! Billy! No, in that moment I saw my sins all around me! Gathered around me like fucking ghosts, mocking me! And in that moment in Halifax, as Lord Dominicus bailed out of that ring and left me to the wolves! I was reborn! Fear? Doubt? The need for the titles of mortals so they will recognize my greatness? I don't need any of those things, Billy! Those are but ash, those are just smoke on the wind! I am the Wonder and Terror of this age, I bring fear to the Righteous, I punish the wicked! I am Death in High Places! Before my throne all things are made equal!'
Donzig took a deep breath, a hand lifting to lay his finger across the slits of that mask. His voice dropped from a shriek to a whisper, and he slowly settled back into the chair.
'And that is why at Boston I left Blood laying broken in the ring! That is why I crushed Matsui, and I laid Goth and Wentzel out! And then at Battle of Britain? I showed all of you, every single one of you! From the Bastards to the fucking people in the cheap seats in HKW that I am everything I say I am!'
A piece of jagged and bent metal slid across the table, blood covering it as Donzig flung it down.
'That is what you will be facing in Liverpool, Billy. That is what I am bringing to the table. I am going to drown you in blood, I am going to teach you new words for pain and suffering, I am going to batter you into the very earth! I will grind you into the stone, I will drag you across the ruin that I leave in my wake! I will make you bow down before the King of Ashes, and as I take what the rest of this roster wants from your carcass! As I lift the W:UK Heavyweight Title high over my head, I will be free of my sins! I will be redeemed of my doubt, my resurrection will be complete! And then--'
Donzig's hand lifted, and he tugged off his mask. He stared down at it, then dropped it onto the table before he stared at the camera with those cold, empty eyes. He scowled, eyes narrowed as he flexed his hand.
'You think you're so clever don't you, Wesley? You and Marty Donovan.'
Donzig snapped his fingers, Sinclair Godfrey stepped from the darkness with a small sheaf of papers in her hands. He took them, reading them over before he took a pen from her.
'Valentine was quite pleased to hear from you, he sent these right over.'
The pen slashed.
'See you soon.'
